Sweet Addiction (Sweet #6)

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After several long, glorious minutes of him cupping and massaging her behind, he slid his hands down her legs to her feet and began to rub the soles. He pressed into her arches and rubbed the tops of her feet, even running a finger over each of her toes.

She made a sound. Maybe she’d tried to talk. It came out as a garbled, incomprehensible mess. Cole laughed softly beside her. She opened one eye to see him stretched on the lounger, hands behind his head, looking like a sun god. So confident and supreme she wanted to jump on him and lick him up one side and down the other. But that would require effort and she didn’t have any to spare at the moment.

“Enjoying yourself, darling? Are they doing a good job?”

“Oh God, yes.” She whimpered again when Mike hit just the right spot on her foot.

“Turn over,” Mike said gruffly. “We need to do your front.”

Her hands and arms shook so badly that she couldn’t push herself up from the lounger to rotate over. Mike took her arm and carefully maneuvered her until she was on her back.

The lust was back in C.J.’s eyes as he stared down at her breasts. She wanted to laugh. The guy was obviously a boob guy. He didn’t see anything else once he locked on to those.

“Don’t maul her,” Mike muttered as he squeezed more lotion onto his hand.

Cole chuckled. “Indeed.”

They started at her neck and worked down to her chest. Mike was more cautious. He touched her breasts experimentally at first and then as if reassuring himself he wasn’t hurting her, he began to massage lightly, working a pattern around her nipples that had them so stiff and taut that the slightest breeze over them made her ache all over.

C.J. was more enthusiastic. He caressed, rubbed and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The dual sensations, so very different, had her so worked up she was about to fidget out of her lounger.

“This is supposed to be relaxing,” Cole said in amusement.

She cracked an eye open again to glare at him. “Oh really? So you’re telling me if two gorgeous women were running their hands all over your cock, that you’d be all relaxed and ho hum?”

He grinned. “Only if that gorgeous woman was you.”

“Oh you’re good,” she muttered.

“Relax, darling. This is all for you. Enjoy it.”

She closed her eyes again and surrendered to the male hands that explored her body, rubbing sunblock in areas that would probably never see the sun.

Mike slid his fingers between her thighs and she parted her legs automatically. He found her bare lips and ran his thumb up and down the soft folds until she was all but purring.

“Do you want him to make you come, Ren?” Cole asked quietly.

She opened her eyes to focus on him once more. She stared into his eyes, looking for the right answer, but as it had been with Lucas, it wasn’t a trick question.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Ask him then. Ask him prettily and maybe he’ll give you what you want.”

Her gaze drifted down to Mike’s tight features. He was dark brown from hours in the sun. There probably wasn’t a part of him that hadn’t been kissed by the sun. It was hard to know his ethnicity because of the tan. She couldn’t place his accent, though he looked to be at least part Latino. Either way the man was damn sexy and he was looking at her with those soft black eyes that said he’d do anything at all to please her. What woman could resist that?

“Please make me come.”

“Address him properly,” Cole admonished.

“Please make me come, Captain Mike,” she amended.

“It will be my pleasure,” Mike said as he slid his fingers through her folds to the already damp flesh beyond.

He rolled his thumb over her clit while he stroked a circle around her entrance with his middle finger. All the while he stared directly into her eyes and she found herself unable to look away. She had no idea what C.J. was doing or if he was even still touching her. There was only the magic of Mike’s eyes and fingers as he lazily stroked her most intimate flesh.

“Would you like me to use my mouth?” Mike asked.

Her gaze flew to Cole. He looked pleased by her reaction but nodded his permission, effectively leaving it up to her.

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Spread your legs and place your feet on either side of the lounger,” Mike directed.

She did as he bade and planted the soles of her feet on the sun-warmed deck. Her pussy was spread and bared and she was completely vulnerable, a sensation that sent a heady thrill through her body.

Mike straddled the lounger and scooted up until his hands covered the tops of her thighs and slid warmly up to her pelvis. He lowered his mouth at the same time he spread the folds of her pussy with his thumbs. Holding her open, he dipped his tongue down and licked her from her entrance to her clit.

She nearly came off the lounger and would have but she suddenly realized where C.J. had gone. He was holding her shoulders down so she couldn’t move. Her gaze went helplessly to Cole who surveyed her with lazy arrogance.

Mike nuzzled her flesh, the scruff on his jaw abrading her sensitive areas, driving her crazy. He licked and sucked, gently, so very gently. The man was a God when it came to oral sex. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t throw herself at a man who had a mouth like this.

And man was he patient. He didn’t tire. Didn’t grow impatient when she didn’t come right away. He was content to work her up slow and easy. He licked her deep, sliding his tongue as far inside her as he could reach. Then he’d work his way up to her clit where he’d tongue her and suck lightly at the quivering bundle of nerves. She was ready to scream because she was so on edge but she just couldn’t get there yet.

“She needs more,” Cole said softly. “She needs that edge. A little rough. Push her a little more and she’ll come.”

Oh how he understood her. Even watching another man go down on her, he could read her like a book. Knew she was close and what she needed to achieve release.

Mike nipped lightly at her clit and then rubbed the bristle of his beard growth through her folds. He slid two fingers inside her while he nibbled at the taut bud above her entrance and then began finger fucking her.

“That’s it,” Cole said. “Don’t be afraid of hurting her. She likes it rough. Don’t you, Ren darling?”

“Yesss.”

The word came out as a long hiss because just as Cole had given Mike further directions, Mike added a third finger and thrust hard.

“Come in my mouth,” Mike said hoarsely. “I want you to come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”

Those words, so sweetly said, did more than the bite of pain and the hard edge of his fingers. She catapulted over the edge, her entire body drawing up and then exploding with the force of a bomb.

She quivered from head to toe and she was only aware of Mike licking her. Of him sucking every bit of her release into his mouth. She moaned and melted into the lounger, so boneless that she couldn’t move. Her legs sagged limply to the side. As Mike raised his head from her pussy, she couldn’t even muster the strength to close her legs so they remained gaped open like a complete wanton.

“Bring her to me.”

Cole’s quiet command drifted over her ears and soon she found herself lifted from the lounger and delivered into Cole’s waiting arms. He cuddled her to him and held a glass of cold water to her lips. She drank thirstily and then sagged against his chest as he stroked his hand up and down her back.

“Lay here with me, Ren. I’m going to feed you delicious food and we’re going to watch the sun go down.”

She sighed a blissful, happy sigh and burrowed a little tighter into his embrace. Oh, but he did love to spoil her so.

CHAPTER 30

“Where did you wander off to today?”

Ren lay in the lounger, wrapped in Cole’s arms as the sunset put on a fiery display worthy of the gods. The sky was painted in vibrant golden hues with brushes of pink and lavender. And just over the horizon, the sun was a giant orange orb, sinking lower and lower, hanging on with a weakening grip.

She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She knew exactly what he was asking. It was the source of her punishment and the catalyst for everything that had happened since. Put in that light, she couldn’t very well regret what had happened but she could at least make him understand.

“I was thinking.”

“About?”

She flushed, embarrassed at the first thing that had drifted her off course while Cole was fucking her.

“Ren?” he prompted.

“I was imagining what a child of ours would look like,” she mumbled.

He went utterly silent. So still against her. Disconcerted, she chanced a peek at him to gauge his reaction and was stunned by the raw hunger in his eyes. He looked …wistful.

“I think she would be beautiful like her mama,” Cole said quietly. “Dark skin, dark hair. Who knows what kind of eyes with your mixture of brown and green and my blue eyes. But I’d lay odds she’ll be stunning.”

“And a boy?” she asked with a smile.

“I picture him like you too. A miniature Ren with your mischievous smile.”

“Would our children inherit nothing from you?”

“Just my love of you.”

She was flattened by the statement. Had no response. She felt like she was swaying while the world went still around her.

She lay her head back on his shoulder afraid to dream further.

“When you began the punishment, I remembered when we were young how we used to act out those scenes where I said no and you forced me.”

Cole stopped his lazy exploration of her skin. “Did I frighten you?”

She shook her head. “That’s not why I brought it up. It made me remember. It …excited me. It excited me then.”

“And now?”

“You’re still the only person I would ever trust in a situation like that. I’ve never taken things that far with anyone else.”

He touched her hair, ran his fingers absently through the strands. “Not even Lucas?”

She shook her head. “Lucas is intense. One, I don’t see him really appreciating such a situation. He’s much too serious. And impatient with games. Two, it’s entirely possible that he’d push too far. I don’t think he’d get carried away. I mean, I trust him. I guess I’ve just never wanted to see that side of him. He can be intimidating.”

“That wasn’t what I was doing. Earlier, I mean. You …” He looked pained for a moment as if he didn’t really want to say what was on his mind. “You get to me, Ren. Like no one else has ever been able to. I look at you and my instinct is to dominate and not just because it’s a sexual aspect that turns me on. It goes much deeper than that with you. I want to protect and cherish you. I want to get so deep inside your mind and skin that you can never shake me. That probably scares the hell out of you but I can’t be any more honest than that.”

Fright was the very last thing on her mind. Warmth curled around her insides, fluttered through her chest and seeped into her soul, comforting her from the inside out.

“What if I told you that was precisely what I needed? What I want? More than anything.”

“But would you be happy with those things no matter who provided them?” he asked grimly.

She sucked in her breath, stung by the almost accusation even as she understood why he asked it. It was a valid question. In his shoes, she’d be wondering the same thing. But instead of answering or perhaps by way of answering, she turned it back on him.

“Would any woman do for you? Would you be happy protecting and cherishing any woman or is it just me?”

He looked pissed and she instantly regretted the little demon that prompted her to ask it.

“I’m not even going to acknowledge, much less respond, to that question. I believe I’ve more than answered it. You, on the other hand, have yet to answer mine. That’s not like you, Ren. You’ve been honest and straightforward on every other occasion. Even to your detriment.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. It made me angry and frustrated me a little.”

“Care to share why?”

He’d relaxed a little the moment she’d admitted the emotion behind her question, and he began stroking his hand over her arm again, offering comfort. The man really was too good to be true, and here she was about to be the biggest most ungrateful bitch alive.

“Because I couldn’t respond and say what I wanted to say. Not while being truthful. I’d love to be able to tell you that like you, I could only be this way with you. That I’d only want these things from you. But I’d be lying and I won’t lie to you, Cole. I can’t.”

“Lucas.”

That one word said it all. The grim resignation in Cole’s voice told her without any other explanation that he knew well that Lucas was the one exception. The one thing standing in the way of her total and complete acceptance of what she and Cole had together. Because she’d shared much of the same with him. Because she trusted Lucas and she cared for him. No, that wasn’t even being honest with herself. She loved him just like she loved Cole. Even knowing that he might be finished with her. Even knowing that he’d hurt her horribly just days earlier.